Chapter 543 Don't Call Me Mom
George's current gentleness and innocence must be an act!
And she wasn't wrong; George's eyes were still blind. How could a blind man take care of someone?
"Mom, don't worry, I got this."
"Don't call me Mom! I'm not your mom!" Sophia snapped, glancing at Scarlett. "This is your mom!"
"Mrs. Stuart, even though I can't see, I won't neglect taking care of Emma."
Seeing George's confident demeanor and recalling his actions that didn't resemble those of an ordinary blind person, Sophia felt slightly reassured.
The atmosphere in the hospital room became a bit awkward. Emma couldn't help but laugh, which pulled at her wound, causing her to gasp in pain. Three pairs of hands reached out to her simultaneously...
"Don't move!"
"Careful with the wound!"
"Should we call the doctor?"
Emma looked at the three people gathered around her bed and suddenly found the scene both funny and heartwarming. She gently held George's hand. "I'm really fine. You all are making me more stressed." She turned to Scarlett. "Mrs. Russell, Grandpa needs more care at home."
Scarlett hesitated, then sighed. "I'll come back tonight." She walked to the door and turned back. "Message me if you want to eat anything, and I'll make it right away."
Sophia pursed her lips but didn't insist further. "I'll go get you some clothes." She shot George a warning look. "You don't bully my daughter!"
Once the two elders left, George immediately sat by the bed and gently pulled Emma into his arms. "Finally, it's just us." His chin rested on her head, his voice muffled. "Emma, I will never let go again. I won't push you to another man ever again."
Emma poked his chest with a smile. "Why the sudden change?"
"Because it hurts too much here." George feigned a pitiful look but then turned serious. "But have you really forgiven my mom?"
Emma was silent for a moment, then spoke softly. "When I saw her kneeling in front of my mom to apologize, I forgave her." She looked up into George's eyes. "Did you know? She gets up at four every morning to make soup, and her hands are covered in burns."
George tightened his embrace and whispered in her ear. "You're always so kind."
A deliberate cough came from the doorway.
They turned in surprise to see Charles in a wheelchair, with the butler pushing him. Despite his silver hair, Charles sat straight, and his sharp gaze softened when he saw Emma.
"Grandpa?" George quickly stood up. "Why are you..."
"What, you two can be affectionate, but I can't see my granddaughter-in-law?" Charles huffed, signaling the butler to place the items on the table. It was a set of exquisite coffee equipment.
"Knowing you like coffee," Charles said with a rare smile. "This set, 'Sun Shines Again After the Rain,' I've collected for forty years. Today, it returns to its rightful owner."
Emma was stunned, looking at the priceless antique. "This is too valuable, I can't..."
The Russell family's assets were nearly gone; this coffee set was probably one of the last treasures.
"Take it." Charles interrupted, his eyes complex. "Consider it compensation from Scarlett." He paused, then bowed deeply. "Emma, I'm sorry."
The coffee set glistened in the sunlight, and Emma's fingers lightly traced the rim of a cup, feeling its cool, smooth texture. She looked at the apologetic Charles, her throat tight. "Grandpa, this gift is too much. I can't accept it."
Charles stubbornly kept his head bowed, his silver hair trembling in the sunlight. "In the past, it was our Russell family who wronged you. I failed to protect you."
George stood by, watching the scene with a complicated expression. He gently pressed Emma's shoulder, preventing her from getting up. "Emma, let Grandpa finish."
"Scarlett was spoiled by me." Charles straightened, tears glistening in his aged eyes. "Jack indulged her, and I couldn't interact much with my daughter-in-law. Later, when Jack's heart wasn't with her, she focused all her attention on George. She loves George too much, but in the wrong way."
As the aroma of coffee filled the room, Emma looked at her reflection in the coffee. Memories she had tried to forget resurfaced... Scarlett's sharp taunts, cold eyes, and the bowl of fish soup that made her vomit blood.
"I know an apology can't make up for everything," George's voice brought her back to reality. "But Scarlett is truly remorseful. I've never seen her take care of someone so meticulously."
Emma gripped the coffee cup, the hot liquid spilling onto her hand, but she didn't feel the pain. She thought of Scarlett's burned hands and her cautious eyes every time she brought soup.
"Grandpa," she finally said, her voice light. "I forgive her."
Charles' eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his wrinkled face. "Then you and George..."
"Grandpa!" George's ears turned red, but he couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes.
Emma lowered her head, a faint blush on her cheeks. Though her memory was still incomplete, the flutter in her chest was real. Every time George was near, her heart raced; when he was hurt, the pain she felt was more vivid than any memory, telling her she had fallen for George again.
"I..." Emma began, but the hospital room door suddenly opened.
A nurse pushed a medication cart. "Ms. Stuart, it's time to change your dressing."
The intimate atmosphere was broken. Charles stood up, understanding. "I should go." He gave George a meaningful look. "George, take good care of Emma."
After George left and the nurse finished changing the dressing, the room was quiet except for their soft breathing. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, drawing a golden line on the white sheets.
George gently held Emma's hand. "You don't have to rush to answer Grandpa." His thumb caressed the burn on her hand. "We have all the time in the world."
Emma looked into his deep eyes, filled with warmth and patience. She suddenly remembered the fire three years ago, George kneeling and begging her not to die, her heart clenched tightly.
"George," she asked softly, "what if I never remember the past?"
George leaned in, his forehead touching hers. "Then we'll create new memories." His breath brushed her lips. "Every day, every year, until we're old and gray."
"And what if I only remember Michael's kindness?"
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